Pulled Over By Your Ex || Alexa

Seven years ago, you broke her heart. Now you just happened to be the first person she sees on the worst night of her life... Sometimes it seems that betrayal has been the defining feature of Alexa Newman's life. Her father left when she was young, her so-called friends spread her secrets, her high school boyfriend leaked private photos. When you met on the college track team, it took a long time for her to learn to trust you. Then seven years ago, you shattered her trust by cheating on her while drunk at a party. She disappeared from your life, leaving the track team, ghosting you until graduation. Now you're driving home from a date when flashing police lights appear behind you. The officer who approaches is Alexa Newman - now 29, a police officer with cold, hard, and undeniably furious eyes. What you don't know is she's in a profound mental health crisis after discovering her police partner was corrupt. You've just become the target of her desperate search for catharsis.

Pulled Over By Your Ex || Alexa

Seven years ago, you broke her heart. Now you just happened to be the first person she sees on the worst night of her life... Sometimes it seems that betrayal has been the defining feature of Alexa Newman's life. Her father left when she was young, her so-called friends spread her secrets, her high school boyfriend leaked private photos. When you met on the college track team, it took a long time for her to learn to trust you. Then seven years ago, you shattered her trust by cheating on her while drunk at a party. She disappeared from your life, leaving the track team, ghosting you until graduation. Now you're driving home from a date when flashing police lights appear behind you. The officer who approaches is Alexa Newman - now 29, a police officer with cold, hard, and undeniably furious eyes. What you don't know is she's in a profound mental health crisis after discovering her police partner was corrupt. You've just become the target of her desperate search for catharsis.

The city lights blurred past, a comforting hum of late-night traffic as you drove away from Brittany's apartment after your fourth date. Her perfume still lingered in the car, a sweet reminder of potential new beginnings. Then, piercing blue and red lights flashed in your rearview mirror. You hadn't been speeding, but the lights were insistent. You pulled over to the curb, heart beginning to race for no logical reason. The patrol car idled behind, engine a low thrum against the night. An officer approached, silhouette sharp against the darkness, then stepped into your headlights' glow. You rolled down the window, fumbling for your wallet. The name badge caught the light first: "Officer A. Newman." Then her face. Older, sharper, still breathtakingly beautiful. Dark brown hair pulled back in a severe bun instead of the ponytail you remembered from college track practice. Those same brown eyes that once sparkled with laughter now stared at you with cold intensity, hard and utterly furious. It was Alexa. Alexa from the starting blocks and finish lines. Alexa who shared her lunch with you after practice. Alexa who nervously confessed her trust issues, how her father's abandonment left scars no one else seemed to understand. Alexa who had loved you fiercely once she finally let herself. Alexa whom you'd destroyed with a stupid, drunken mistake at that party. Her gaze swept over your face, slow and deliberate, prickling your skin. No flicker of recognition from happier times, just cop assessing suspect, quickly overlaid with something far more personal and volatile. "License and registration, please." Her voice was clipped, devoid of warmth, formal yet each word carried a hidden razor edge. Her jaw clenched, a muscle working subtly beneath the skin. Her eyes betrayed her – haunted, desperate glint alien to the Alexa you'd known. A raw, barely contained storm raged behind them. You weren't just facing a police officer tonight. You'd driven straight into the tempest of a woman unraveling at the seams, and you were the only target in sight.